Chapter 535: The Color of the Flying Star Pupils

Physics class is very interesting because it is simple enough. Of course, this is only the first physics class in the second year of junior high school. The problems that made me panic in elementary school are no longer a problem now. The 7+6 that I couldn't figure out before is now easy to do. After spending about half a class reviewing and previewing, he felt that it was time to relax. He slept on the table for the rest of the class. When the bell rang, he got up on time. The person in front of him was still there, but he didn't look up.

"It's over." He was horrified because his deskmate had slept for four classes in this position, but for some reason her arms or hands had not changed color. Could it be that her body had adapted to this way of sleeping?
"Get up, the door will be locked soon." He poked her arm with a fountain pen. To be honest, this action was a little difficult, but it was very interesting. At least the first thing she saw when she woke up would not be the person who poked her.

He increased his strength, and the other party finally showed signs of waking up, but it was a bit strange. She turned back immediately after waking up, and she didn't look drowsy. Instead, it seemed more like she had planned it for a long time.

"You're awake. School is over, let's go. You and I don't have school bags, so there shouldn't be anything to pack, right?"

"No. How long have I slept?"

"About 200 minutes." If it were at home, a 200-minute lunch break would be normal. It might be considered laziness, but it's understandable. However, this is at school, which is a different matter.

“Is it this long?”

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay." The two walked to the school gate together, and then separated without any further conversation.

Finally, Che Ming went to a supermarket. He had to buy food for at least two days. Although the weather hadn't turned cold yet, he didn't want to go to the supermarket every day. This supermarket was very close to his home and on the way. There were fewer pedestrians on the road today because it was a good time to go home. The evening self-study for high school students hadn't started yet, and the junior high school students had already finished school.

It was only September now, and the sun had not yet completely set. There were gaps in the afterglow, and the clouds that the sunlight could not penetrate formed huge dark shadows, and the golden light around the edge of the clouds was as vast as the ocean. These were not the scenes he saw on the road. When the last class was about to be halfway through, he carefully watched the daylight outside the window. When he left the school gate, the daylight had already receded by 70% or 80%.

Zhong Cheming couldn't help but feel pity. If it was not the sunlight projection but other strange phenomena that appeared at that time, he would definitely wake up Lin Xuran. The scenes that are seen once in many years are more likely to be called romantic, because the people who can spend this time together also meet once in many years, provided that the natural beauty of these scenes will not bring natural disasters.

When he went to the supermarket, he had to push a cart. He held the handle on the wide side of the cart with his left hand and walked slowly. He bought oatmeal and yogurt. It took him a long time to buy these foods because it was difficult to make a satisfactory choice. For example, for oatmeal, he originally wanted to buy the variety he had drunk before, but he felt that the taste of the oatmeal he had drunk before was not so perfect, and the taste of the new oatmeal was even more unpredictable. As for yogurt, it was purely because most of the yogurts made him excited, but he couldn't buy them all. Oatmeal is for breakfast, yogurt is for after-meal, and as for the main meal, he has other preparations. Chicken legs, baby cabbage, potatoes, chicken wings, tofu skin, he didn't spend much time choosing these foods because he didn't look forward to new dishes, except on weekends. These were all foods he chose himself, so there was no risk of picky eating when eating, which was a rare freedom among his peers.

After buying the ingredients for the main meal, he shopped for a while before leaving. He didn't hate shopping in the supermarket. On the contrary, pushing the cart among people and things gave him a unique experience, a bit like looking down on the world. It was fun to meet so many strangers in such a short time, and they were doing almost the same things.

He tried some of the cooked food in the supermarket, and he decided to buy some crispy meat and fried fish next time he came, but that's another story. This supermarket is not very big, but he didn't feel bored after coming here so many times, probably because he had some expectations, but then again, life needs more expectations. In the supermarket, there are many parents' involvement and friends' support, and these feelings can also be regarded as expectations.

I paid calmly at the checkout, because all this was expected. Chicken legs were cheap, chicken wings were a little expensive, cereal and yogurt were long-term consumables, and potatoes, baby cabbage, and tofu skin together only cost a little over ten yuan, which was almost not worth mentioning. It was not so leisurely to carry such a large bag of food, but fortunately it only took a few minutes from here to home, which was completely tolerable.

It was almost eight o'clock when he got home, but this was not surprising. The fifth class ended at 19:05. He reminded himself that he must not attend two more self-study classes. No one was home, as it should be. He started to cook and rushed to and fro. He cooked rice first, then washed and cut vegetables, blanched chicken legs, stewed chicken legs and potatoes, then washed the pot and fried baby cabbage, and finally made a cold bean curd. Of course, only a little bean curd would be enough.

It was already half past eight when the meal started. Even though it only took half an hour to cook rice, it took quite a while to stew the chicken legs with potatoes. The chicken legs were stewed whole. Water was added until the pot was full, and oyster sauce, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, chicken essence, and soy sauce were poured in. The stew was continued until the water just covered the chicken legs. The time required was imaginable. The color of the stew was quite similar to the braised chicken in the braised chicken rice, but the taste was better. After all, this was food made according to his own wishes. It is worth mentioning that there was a scale in his kitchen, a scale for weighing the weight of the seasoning.

Take a bowl of chicken legs stewed with potatoes, stir-fry a baby cabbage, and a small dish of bean curd, and dinner is ready. He is not talented in cooking, but he cooks it often and likes it a little bit, that's it. Cooking can be regarded as a short-term benefit, while learning is very close to long-term planning. There is nothing wrong with seeking short-term benefits. It may not be as meaningful as a long-term plan, but a perfect long-term plan is uninterrupted short-term benefits.

My classmates were proud of their ambitious goals, and my family also had high hopes for them. The word "Che Ming" comes from a thorough investigation of fate. Adults' expectations of fate are another matter. When they are unable to control their own fate, they might as well try to control the fate of their offspring. Of course, this is nonsense. The greatest certainty that parents can give their children is genetic information. Even if their daily habits and behaviors can be passed on to their offspring, not much, as for many advantages and achievements in this life, there will be more losses.

Speaking of learning, no one studies for the sake of learning. Everything now is for the future change. To become better is progress, and to become worse is self-degradation. People of Zhong Cheming's age have not yet realized this, but he has vaguely felt that learning does not seem to be a completely noble thing. Even if you enjoy it, there are many, many strange costs.

Before returning home, Lin Xuran had already finished dinner, which was nothing more than heating up the leftovers from lunch. What, no leftovers from lunch? That was interesting, Lin Xuran also cooked for herself. For her, eating was a very good experience, but she had slept for too long today and could not delay any longer.

(End of this chapter)